It's the wanderlust talking

I remember when I realized that the destiny of an ex-exchange student is to always be homesick for two places. There’s your native country where you grew up, but there is another country too, one that you can’t say you’re from, but it feels just like home and there are streets and people and stores and bus routes that are so familiar you must have known them when you were a child. There’s another world, with its language that you struggled to comprehend, but felt so good when you did, and its words are words you could call your own. You can come back and live in your country forever after but because you took one year to grow, explore, and learn, to have everything familiar stripped away and build a new life all over again, you won’t feel whole. Your heart has expanded to encompass borders and oceans, houses and apartments, that could be completely different but reside in the paradox that is now you.